Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.